The Sentinels our battles they may find us, no choice may ours to be

aww poor baby

too late he realized he had been too rough with her -- it had not occurred to the teen that his baby sister was far too young for the sparring and snapping of his jaws, no matter how gently he closed them upon her. she bit at his throat, but he pushed her down with a paw that was almost the size of her small pale body, and she cried out in tones he understood well. even to the tremble of her lips, the tiny tear that emerged on her cheek -- Cas caught himself.

"oh, Dee! i'm so sorry!" the Mayfair child exclaimed, lying his chin upon the denfloor and peering up at the puppy apologetically. as gentle as his father was, had Lasher seen what happened, he might have kicked the boy out on his ass. Cas let out a low whine, pleading with her to forgive him.